Simple Yet Attractive Kitchen DesignThis goes to show that you don't need to spend thousands of dollars on a kitchen, just to make it look like someone else's! Granted, it's not everyone's cup of tea, but I really like it! What about you?

WARNING: GRAPHIC REAL ESTATE PHOTOS. Dare you not to look.Here's the video of Trulia scaring a bunch of poor, innocent people who are just visiting an open house. Join the tour and experience the spooks and startles throughout this bewitched home.

After many months of hard work and sleepless nights, I am happy to announce the launch of http://bocazo.com a great resource for real estate professionals, investors, home buyers and home sellers.

So you're asking, what does the site have to offer?! Well here you go:

1. City information and housing data and statistics on over 27,000 cities, towns and communities throughout the United States.2. Crime statistics on all major cities and towns.3. Details on over 147,000 public and private schools.4. Large databases for finding real estate professionals - i.e. agents, mortgage brokers, appraisers and home inspectors.5. A variety of real estate tools.6. Up-to-date real estate and mortgage news.7. A library of real estate publications from trusted sources.

Oh, and you did notice. No category for real estate listings. We are planning that for 2014!

You will also notice a link to list yourself as a real estate professional on Bocazo.com. To encourage you to list yourself, your profile listing will be ranked on top of search results page for your city, a profile picture is included and all links to respective websites will be do-follow. Go ahead and list your profile listing now at http://goo.gl/DqvDiW

When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.Later, when the nurses were going through his meagre possessions, They found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.One nurse took her copy to Melbourne .. The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in mags for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet.

Cranky Old Man.....What do you see nurses? . . .. . .What do you see?What are you thinking .. . when you're looking at me?A cranky old man, . . . . . .not very wise,Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . . .. with faraway eyes?Who dribbles his food .. . ... . . and makes no reply.When you say in a loud voice . .'I do wish you'd try!'Who seems not to notice . . .the things that you do.And forever is losing . . . . . .. . . A sock or shoe?Who, resisting or not . . . ... lets you do as you will,With bathing and feeding . . . .The long day to fill?Is that what you're thinking?. .Is that what you see?Then open your eyes, nurse .you're not looking at me.I'll tell you who I am . . . . .. As I sit here so still,As I do at your bidding, .. . . . as I eat at your will.I'm a small child of Ten . .with a father and mother,Brothers and sisters .. . . .. . who love one anotherA young boy of Sixteen . . . .. with wings on his feetDreaming that soon now . . .. . . a lover he'll meet.A groom soon at Twenty . . . ..my heart gives a leap.Remembering, the vows .. .. .that I promised to keep.At Twenty-Five, now . . . . .I have young of my own.Who need me to guide . . . And a secure happy home.A man of Thirty . .. . . . . My young now grown fast,Bound to each other . . .. With ties that should last.At Forty, my young sons .. .have grown and are gone,But my woman is beside me . . to see I don't mourn.At Fifty, once more, .. ...Babies play 'round my knee,Again, we know children . . . . My loved one and me.Dark days are upon me . . . . My wife is now dead.I look at the future ... . . . . I shudder with dread.For my young are all rearing .. . . young of their own.And I think of the years . . . And the love that I've known.I'm now an old man . . . . . . .. and nature is cruel.It's jest to make old age . . . . . . . look like a fool.The body, it crumbles .. .. . grace and vigour, depart.There is now a stone . . . where I once had a heart.But inside this old carcass . A young man still dwells,And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swellsI remember the joys . . . . .. . I remember the pain.And I'm loving and living . . . . . . . life over again.I think of the years, all too few . . .. gone too fast.And accept the stark fact . . . that nothing can last.So open your eyes, people .. . . . .. . . open and see.Not a cranky old man .Look closer . . . . see .. .. . .. .... . ME!!

Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within ... . . .we will all, one day, be there, too!PLEASE SHARE THIS POEM,The best and most beautiful things of this world can't be seen or touched.They must be felt by the heart.